Life of a former foster kitten

Daddy went home for Catmas on Sunday and came back today. I was SO happy to see him! He brought back a pet bed that I loved. It was big (for me) and soft and fluffy. Then the people who took care of us came over and he gave MY bed to them for their doggie. He found it for them as a gift for taking care of us. But I want that bed! Me! Don't I deserve one too?

Daddy said he was going to find me one too tomorrow since I liked it so much. I hope so.

Last night when Daddy got home form work he put me in my carrier and we went for a drive. I didn't like it. Something always happens when I get put in my carrier. With Daddy's brother coming this weekend Daddy decided I needed my claws trimmed so I won't make holes in the air mattress. So we went to the cat food store. I was scared and tried to hide under my kitty bed. People laughed because the carrier looked like a big brown lump with my black paws and tail sticking out. There was a doggie in front of us in line who tried to sniff me.

When it was my turn the people remembered me from last time. Is that good or bad? One held me down while the other trimmed my claws then back in the carrier. After we left we went to the Taco Bell and it took SO LONG that Daddy said that if I behaved myself next time we'd go right home and skip getting his dinner.

Daddy's brother is coming for a visit next weekend so today Daddy went out to get stuff to prepare. One of the things is this cool new office chair. I'm sitting in it now declaring it mine. Daddy says his parents may be coming next Sunday and he wants to be sure everyone has a good place to sit (no folding chairs) and this new chair makes #4. He says he may get more chairs like this for when his friends come over. But he doesn't know where they all are going to go. Folding chairs are bad, but at least they store easily.

The greatest morning for any cat is when the heat gets turned on for the first time for winter. I found my vent and plopped down on it to warm my tummy. Daddy thought it was funny but I loved the heat. I hope all my catster friends are warm today.

When Daddy got home tonight he tossed his backback aside and went to get the carrier. I didn't pay much attention until he grabbed me and put me inside! I was scared, I didn't want to go to the vet! He put me in the car and started driving. Except this wasn't the way to the vet. What's happening? He said we were going to the pet store to get my claws trimmed.

Soon we stopped and we got out. It was raining. I hid in the back of the carrier so far that it was hard to carry. He put me on a counter. There were doggies and I hid under the kitty bed. People thought it was cute. I'm terrified and they say it's cute! The nerve! Anyway Daddy left for a while and got some kitty food as we waited. Soon the doggies were done and it was my turn. The people clipping claws were two women. They also laughed as I tried to hide. They said I had a nice shiny coat. The older one held me tight since Daddy said I was a squirmier as the other one trimmed my sharp claws.

Then I went back in the carrier and hid in the back again. We left but instead of going home Daddy went to get food at a drive thru and we had to wait a loooong time! When we finally got home I was eager to get out of the carrier. I forgave Daddy soon enough but I don't want to go back. We'll see if they did a good job with my claws before deciding about that.

Hey everyone! If you read Lena's diary you'd see that Daddy is building us a kitty fort out of a set of free-standing shelves unit. He was going to build a staircase out of cardboard boxes but decided it wasn't a sturdy enough building material for me. So for right now he has a folding chair next to it so I can climb up to the second shelf. And guess what, I have done so! Lena hasn't touched it yet unless Daddy puts her on it, but I go up there on my own to gnaw on the curtain draw strings (Yes I know I shouldn't but I can't help it). See there's a picture of me on my page. We may have to put the bag of charcoal on the bottom again because I'm a big kitty and when I'm up higher it's a little shaky.

I've been doing OK these last few months. The only big change was with Sarge going to the Rainbow Bridge. We didn't interact too much except at mealtime, but I can tell Lena really misses him and she takes her frustrations out on me. I try to be nice with her but she growls and bats me away whenever I get near.

I keep squeaking for attention from Daddy. Which would be OK except I don't like to be held and I won't let him trim my nails so it hurts when I jump on him. He tries to pet me but the best he can do is to pet me when I'm in easy reach. If I could just get over being held so my nails can get trimmed he'd be able to give me the attention I've been demanding. Oh why won't I let him hold me?

Without Sarge and the wet food, Daddy's been trying to slim me down some. Lena needs to eat too and sometimes she throws up in her food dish. Daddy's thinking about asking the vet about it. He thinks she just eats too fast sometimes. It wouldn't be so bad except she vomits in the same dish I have to eat out of! Ewwwww! Come on Lena, at least learn to turn your head!

My birthday was yesterday. I got lots of pets and presents from my caster friends. But this morning I had to go to the vet. I'm in good health but I gained a pound. I was really scared I tried to hide under the towel in my carrier and didn't say anything in the car. My claws got trimmed too. Later I sat on Daddy while he watched TV.

I go to the V-E-T this weekend. He's going to tell me to loose weight. I know it! I'm a big kitty, always there with Sarge when he eats except I don't get sick at times. Things are pretty normal. I love getting pets when Daddy gets dressed and he has to keep me away from his clothes or else I'll put holes in them with my claws (another thing the V-E-T will have to do since I won't let Daddy trim them).

I still hate being picked up. Daddy tried to hold me last week and I mewed like a kitten and my ears went back in fear. Oh poor me! I wonder if I'm still a bit feral since I hate being held and I eat like it's going to be taken away from me. Lena's a stray too but she loves being held and is confident there will always be food for her.